Deportation is an issue that needs to get solved. Being a daughter of two immigrated parents is hard. To see my future, I sometimes feel hopeless. This presidential election has made me think more about the actions that even people around me are doing. Makes me also wonder how we could change the world together. There are many ways, but the best way is through poetry.
Migration.
Why do people migrate?
Why do monarchs migrate?
Why do refugees migrate?
Do people feel like monarchs as they fly across their borders?
Feeling free as a butterfly when they step into new territory.
Territory.
Something that is not yours.
Something that has been discovered.
Something that has been taken away from you where you no longer have freedom in the territory you thought you would live in.
Something where you think you are allowed to start new.
Your past
War torn
Oppressed
I knew you could fly
She came here illegally
Leaving her native land
Imagine leaving your own land and having to start new. My mother had to go through this at the age of four where she had no idea where she was going. She stayed with a family, her relatives that lived in California. She was without a mom and dad for about a month.
Everything had changed for little monarch
My little monarch don’t you cry
You will get to where you want to be if you try
Try.
Try by leaving your native land and start fresh
Start somewhere new
Lonely.
Family lost.
Nowhere to sleep
No time to weep
Your family is gone now
*boom
Family gone
*boom
Child lost
*boom
Scurry and run
But where
Where do I run to?
No one wants us
I wish I was a monarch where I communicate with my wings
Where I could be free
Where I could be accepted
Fly
Fly away from here
Run
Runaway
Next destination
Greece
Border patrol
Many Syrian refugees that fled during the times of war. They fled to the nearest destinations which was Greece, Germany, Egypt, Lebanon, etc. Due to the amount of migrants many had to go back to their war torn country, mothers with crying children, depressed mothers and fathers because their family is gone, etc. was becoming too hectic for these countries accepting migrants.
Go back they say
Go back
Go back to your war torn country
Go back
Go back where you realize you have nothing left
Go back
Go back to scraps
Go back
Go back to dead bodies of your relatives
Go back to see children screaming out names
Hoping to find someone
Go back to see moms sobbing because they realized there was one more child left in that house
Go back
To hear the bombs where you know
You know
You know that their gone
Go back
Go back
2017
USA?
USA
Liberty and justice for all
Start somewhere new she said
Flee
It’s your time
Flee
Run
Dreamers
They call them dreamers
Why
DACA dreamers was assigned for young children who immigrated when they were young and are looking for the same fundamental rights as an american citizen. This was established in times that former President Barack Obama was president and now President Trump is looking to deport DACA recipients.
A person who is unpractical or idealistic
Can they not chase after their dreams?
Dreams to go somewhere new
Dream to experience new life
Do I deserve a new life
Do I deserve to leave my war torn country
Sometimes I wonder
Why do I ask myself
I’m a dreamer
They call us dreamers
Almost seems like the oppressed have dreams
“I had a dream”
Someone who was oppressed was hopeful enough to dream
I dream .
I think to myself.
Why dream if they don’t come true?
But
Why be pessimistic?
Why be a shark that sees blood and fights back?
Fight.
Fight for what’s right they say
Fight.
Seems violent
Speak.
Speak out.
Speak out.
Speak out.
We need to go.
Pack up she says.
Pack up.
Pack up her father says.
We must start fresh again.
My isn’t going anywhere.
My job makes me a man in this family.
Provider.
Provide.
Supply
Supply for my wife and daughter
Im 21
I could have earned an education.
But i’m just a provider.
Supply.
So they left
They left
But they did not just leave for a while
They left.
They ran
She ran with her little monarch.
He left.
He left alone.
He left and came back
They said go back
Go back.
Go back.
He was so close.
So close.
Those borders.
Why
Borders.
My life has been created into borders.
No comments:
Post a Comment